In the shadows of a mountain
With the coins inside the fountain
Dissipated in the mist
Found within a lover's tryst

It's unlimited but nonexistent
Both stationary and transient
It can't be touched but it is real
It's all about what you will feel

For some it's out of reach
A fortress they can't breach
For some it will come and go
Like the tide does ebb and flow

The direction it will take
Is not up to you to make
Converging out on a path
Doing its own form of math

Can't be owned, it is free
Its own sense of loyalty
Pleasure and pain evenly mixed
Shattered hearts may yet be fixed

Passing by us like the seasons
Striking without rhyme or reason
Should you try to resist
It will continue to persist

Make of it whatever you will
Sadness or an endless thrill
It could be waiting around the bend
To accompany you to the very end

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